Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Freddie Wadling to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.